Blackwell University
Blackwell University looks like a normal, private school on the outside, but it’s far from it. On the inside, magic and secrets run rampant as students train to use and control their powers. But secrets and lies lace the school with a strange darkness. Join Blackwell University, if you dare…
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“And all of this shit is super old-fashioned… No real lights… Hmm.” He ducks into a classroom, staring at a piece of chalk writing on the board by itself. “This place isn’t what I thought.”
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“I don’t even know.” Mica looks at James and smiles, “Where you from?”
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“I was from Chicago. Before I came here, I mean.” He laughs softly, creating a small image of the Chicago Board of Trade building. “I hung around here a lot. Parents sent me packing when they found out about… this.” He waves the little building around, something briefly flashing in his eyes. Regret? Guilt?
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“What happened?” Mica looks into James’ eyes with a deep brown stare.
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“Like after your parents kicked you out?”
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“And they kicked me out because I refused to go on a date with a girl.” He exhales, waving his hands, the building disappearing in a flash and turning back into a cat meowing loudly to fill the silence. “I just lived with a group of kids until I came here!” His sad mood vanishes, replaced by a dapper one.
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“What kind of shit parents are these? They don’t even let you be who you are?!” Mica’s eyes open wide.
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‘They were pretty shitty… Well, they have no idea where I am now.” He shrugs. “I just… whatever. Chicago was a dangerous city… That’s how you learn how to NOT get mugged.” He laughs slightly.
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“Mhm.” Mica builds a little ice tower and tips it over.
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“And down your tower goes.” James wiggles his fingers discreetly, making the pieces appear to build back up. “Well, I guess it’s indestructible.”
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“Not really.” Mica smashes it with his fist and the tower smashes in peices. Mica looks at his fist, impaled by the shards, “Fuck that hurts.”
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“Hmm.” The shards disappear, going in flashes of light. “I hasn’t realized that light illusions could cause pain.”
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“I guess so.” Mica smiled, “But it wouldn’t hurt as much as this,” Mica punched the wall in, “See?” Mica showed James his kinda bloody hand.
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“Oh, fuck.” James covers his eyes, shaking his head. “How the fuck did you do that without flinching?”
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“I do it a lot. So I’m used to it.” Mica cracks his fingers, “Plus I’m strong.”